sana leans in slightly as she reaches the table, attention caught almost immediately by the phone in johnny’s hand. “you like kids?” she lets out a soft, almost amused breath at the question, already nodding as she takes the phone from him. “that’s a very loaded question coming form someone with a kid,” she murmurs, but there’s a warmth in her tone as her eyes drop to the screen. her expression softens without her realizing it because, yes, she does like kids very much.
“oh—he’s cute,” she says quietly, thumb brushing lightly along the edge of the phone as if that might somehow translate through the picture. “look at him,” she adds, a little more animated now, glancing up briefly before her eyes fall back down. “he's got minnie's smile.”
she hands the phone back after another second, still smiling faintly, just as the glasses slide toward them. the mention of chris pulls her attention again. her gaze shifts to him, slower, more deliberate. like she’s actually picturing it now. him holding a baby. him being… good at it.
she forces herself to stop thinking about it.
“really?” she asks, tilting her head slightly, something curious and a little playful threading into her voice. “he doesn’t seem like he’d be everyone’s first choice.”
it’s teasing, light, but it opens the door. her fingers wrap around the glass in front of her, lifting it just slightly before pausing, eyes still on chris. “you’ve been holding out on me,” she adds, softer now, a small smile tugging at her lips. “i didn’t know you had hidden talents.”
@gnhabsirhc
There's something about the way she softens, the smile on her face making her features seemingly more beautiful than he could have ever imagined and that's when he should have known he was goner. That's when he should have known that somewhere along the line of this... whatever was going on between them, he had started to fall.
He doesn't even register the glass being put in front of him until Sana's eyes land on him and he has to look away before she realises that he was staring. Smooth, Chris. Real smooth.
Reaching for the bottle, looking for a distraction, Chris pours the trio a drink each and raises an eyebrow at her words. Even if there's that playfulness he's familiar with mixing with the words, he still feels the need to respond.
To tease. To press. To know.
"You saying I wouldn't be your first choice, noona?" He sprinkles some salt onto the back of his hand before licking it while making eye contact. It was intentional, the action just the first step in tequila shots, but boy, did it hit harder than expected.
Lick, sip, suck. Fuck. That went straight to his... head.
The glass, now empty, is placed on the table as he tries to keep his wits about him. He's a few drinks in. Now there's tequila. Sana looks... good. Mix all of that with the atmosphere, the music pumping through his chest and the sensual lights, it's like a heady concoction designed to cause that control of his to slip. It's going to be a rough night if he doesn't play it smart — but the words slip out almost instinctively as if the game they've been playing hasn't stopped despite the fact Johnny has joined them.
"If you want me to show you some hidden talents, noona," Chris' signature smirk plays on his lips, those dimples coming out in full force as he pours them all another drink. "All you have to do is ask~."
@saaanaaabby
sana had meant to answer lightly. something easy, something that would keep the rhythm of teasing exactly where it belonged. then he looks at her while licking the salt from his hand, and whatever she’d been about to say disappears completely. "depends. would i be yours?"
her fingers tighten almost imperceptibly around her glass. it’s ridiculous, honestly—how intentional something so small can feel. how the noise of the room seems to dull for half a second while her attention narrows to him and the careless confidence he wears like second skin. she takes the shot a beat later than the others, more to give herself something to do than anything else, setting the glass back down with deliberate care. “mm.” her eyes lift to him again, slower this time. “dangerous answer.”
when he mentions showing her hidden talents, she lets out a soft laugh and dips her head, as if deciding what to do with that. “is that right?” she asks, glancing at him from beneath her lashes. “and here i thought you were shy.” it’s a lie, and both of them know it. she reaches for the lime, taking her time before biting into it, then sets it aside and leans back into her seat. her posture is relaxed, but there’s a new awareness in the air now—something stretched tighter between them than it had been ten minutes ago.
her gaze flicks to his mouth once, then away. only then does she turn toward johnny, a smile touching the corner of her lips like she’s inviting him into the joke. “tell me honestly—has he always been this bold after tequila, or am i getting a special performance tonight?”
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